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david haze - sick with it cudi lyrics

[verse 1: david haze]
wavy trap n-gg-, i might whip a f-cking brick
retros on my cl-ssic’s and this b-tch, she keep on asking
no you can not join the wave hoe, can you please stop asking
i done got famous, i might pull up in a aston
hop up in that whip then i (skrrt skrrt !) on yo b-tch (skrrrrt !)
coogi on my body, got me feelin like i’m biggie (ayy)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ poppin’, i just autographed some t-ttes
condoms in my bape luggage, groupies f-ckin’
outta chinatown, gucci goggles with the spicy noodles
soon as the pack touch down, you know i maneuver

[hook]
i got gold up on my chain and b-tches love it
how come you don’t drink, but stay poppin’ the bubbly
how come when i’m up, these b-tches lovey-dovey
i’m gone off that big gas, i’m sippin’ muddy
i told ’em i’mma win cuz, i’m sick with it cudi

[verse 2: david haze]
racing jet skis and the ice is gretzky
that is super cold, you might wanna cuff yo hoe
i just poured a 4, suicidal doors
she just slit her wrist
gucci on the kicks
f-ck what they say, i’m ray lewis with the hits
codeine what i’m sippin’, and this b-tch she call me crazy
i don’t give a f-ck, cuz i’m david, that sh-t wavy (skrrrrrrrt!)

[outro]
yea, i told ’em imma win cuz i’m sick with this sh-t cudi
gang n-gg-
b-tch!

- david haze lyrics

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